Reminds me of my expriences with air hostesses. As they are basically waitresses on airplanes, they are typically not well educated and low IQ and therefore more primitive, and more easily show their true nature compared to average.
Once I was getting off plane and air hostess was standing at the exit of the plane and say farewell to every passenger, but... you guessed it, not me. She was silent when I passed by.
One time I paid to upgrade to first class and the brunette Stacy air hostess took everyone's drink orders. The other first class passengers were a couple of chadlites, a couple of normie guys, and some foids. The flight attendant brought out all the drinks on a tray, but she forgot one. Guess who?
After she'd passed out all the drinks, I said, "Aren't you forgetting something?" (I said this in a friendly tone of voice, hoping she would get a smile and laugh out of it and then apologize). She had a blank look on her face for a second, then said, "Oh, yeah." Now this is the part where I was reminded of my truecel status. As she realized that she'd forgotten my drink,
she started reaching out as if to touch me, but suddenly yanked her hand away.
It's obvious what happened. It's common for women to reach out and touch people in situations like that, and she began reacting purely on instinct, but when she realized
this is a physically unattractive guy, she jerked her hand away so she wouldn't make physical contact with the non-Chad
otherkin. This is how I've been treated by women ever since puberty, as an
otherkin.
Being loved, validated, and accepted is what truly matters in life, not material things. I'm sure any IncelTears lurkers will accuse me of being "privileged" because hurr durr he can pay for first class (it was a short flight and it was like a $300 upcharge, so that's real Bill Gates money right there), but those pea-brained losers are missing the point, like they always do. Being as shallow and materialistic as they are, material things might be the most important thing in the world to them, but it's not like that for me.
I would happily accept traveling in the cargo hold every time I had to fly if I could get love, validation, and acceptance from women in exchange.
Oh, and the air hostess never apologized for forgetting my drink.